Dungeon, naked, 30 minutes.

Her text was simple, but I'd grown to expect her to behave just that way in moments like this. I knew from only those four words what she wanted. What she needed.

Squirming at my desk, I tried to focus on my work for the next twenty minutes. I was mostly unsuccessful, but I sent a few more emails, then let my assistant know I was leaving for lunch. One hour was all Alex had, but she'd make the most of it. We would make the most of it.

Almost the moment my knees hit the cold floor, my body naked and ready for her, the front door of our home opened and closed. Her shoes clicked against the wood, and I used the rhythm and sound to find the place I needed in my head. With my eyes lowered, I could only hear and smell her, sensing her movements around the room as she got ready.

Her toes appeared in front of me, and I smiled at the color on them from the pedicure we'd gotten together the previous weekend. She wrapped her fingers around my chin, lifting my head to look in my eyes.

"Ready, baby?"

Her eyes sparkled, almost daring me to say anything other than the affirmative. My smile broke across my face and I nodded, one quick tilt of my head.

"Up on the table."

I climbed up, facing the dark leather that covered the padded table. My wrists and ankles moved as she positioned them, locking them in place, opening my body for her pleasure. When she was done, her hands ran over my skin, warming and bringing it to life. I felt and heard the soft sound of fur against my ass and thighs. The sting increased when she switched toys, bringing a different sensation to my body and mind.

I climbed higher and deeper as she continued to play with me, to please herself, to release her mind from the binds it had no doubt been tangled in. My body responded to hers automatically, shifting into her movements, seeking the pleasure only she could bring me. Once my skin was hot, she ran the prickly tines of a metal wheel over the same areas, making me moan loudly. I wasn't embarrassed, not even for a minute—that was the exact purpose of this time between us. Pleasure. Sensation.

When she was satisfied with her progress, everything I had to offer reaffirmed as hers, she paused and unbound me.

"Turn over, my beautiful toy, it's my turn."

I gladly complied, eager to bring her the same levels of pleasure she so often brought me. My hands found their way around her body, pinching and pushing against her pliant flesh. When she lowered her pussy to my mouth, I eagerly lapped, sucked, and fucked. As she came quickly the first time, I felt a little smug. Her clit pulsed between my lips, a string of beautiful sounds flowing from her mouth.

"Again," she whispered.

Again, indeed. Again, and again, and again.

My fingers pushed into her carefully but steadily. I fucked her with my mouth, my fingers, my words. She rode my face for what felt like hours, but certainly was only a matter of minutes. I lost track of how many times she came, and then she turned above me. Her knees rested at my ears, her mouth poised exactly where I was desperate for her.

A single kiss to my clit was my only reward. I could have screamed in frustration.

"Thank you, pet. I'll meet you back here after work."

Her lithe body slid off mine, skin against skin, wasting no opportunity to tease and torture me more. I was so very fucked for working any more that day; my mind and body would not focus.

By the time I arrived back at our house, I was entirely on edge. I needed to come, I needed to release the day's stress, and pleasure her again. I ached for her.

Kneeling in my place, I listened when she arrived, and hoped. It was still entirely up to her if I had any release at all or if we'd simply focus on her needs again. Either way, I knew I'd be fine, but god, I hoped. I hoped with all I had.